I decided to start a fic that went along with the show from the very beginning. I will be using a lot of the dialog straight from the show mixed with my own stuff. This may ultimately link up with my other fic "First come love", but I haven't decided if I want it to yet. I will be updating this one more often than the other one. Thank you for reading!

A beautiful dark haired woman looked down at her, loving, and smiling only to look up and then the smile faded. The woman mumbles something, but Emma can't make it out. Then she's crying and arguing with a man, there's crashing and thunder, everything is so loud and then it's quiet, the man and woman were crying. Emma looked to the woman who was now leaning down to kiss her as she hears her say it. Goodbye, Emma.

Emma awoke in her Boston apartment, sweating and gasping. This recurring dream of hers sure did shake her to her core. This woman in her dreams with the long dark hair looking down at her, Emma believed that she could be her mother. She had had this dream for as long as she could remember and each time, she awoke, shaking and drenched in sweat.

Goodbye, Emma.

Emma shook her head, trying to get this dream out of her head as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Today was her birthday, another lonely birthday. Emma reached over to her phone on the nightstand and texted her latest perp to confirm their dinner plans. If she was going to work tonight, on her birthday, she might as well get a nice dinner out of it. She kicked her thick comforter off and swung her legs over the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes one more time to try and forget the repeating phrase that continued to haunt her.

Standing up, she stretched and slid her fuzzy slippers on and stumbled tiredly to the kitchen.

Can't start my day without a good strong cup of coffee. Emma thought, digging the coffee grounds from her cabinet and filling the back of the coffee machine with water. Once she had her nice hot cup in her hand she could start her day. The day wasn't great, but it wasn't horrible. Her favorite ice cream, her favorite sweats, and her favorite childhood movie, Peter Pan was all she needed to have a good enough birthday. Good enough.

After her movie was over, she walked to her closet, pulling down a lone box on the top shelf. She pulled a white knitted blanket from the box, gently stroking where her name was embroidered in purple, a purple ribbon woven through the edges. She picked the blanket up as she inhaled deeply. A scent she had never smelled anywhere else was still embedded in the fabric. She exhaled shakily, a tear rolling down her cheek as she replaced the blanket and put the box back where it had sat.

That night

Emma sat across a pretty good-looking guy who seemed harmless, but Emma knew how these perps thought. He put on a pretty good innocent face, she had to give him that.

"So, "He said, "tell me about yourself, Emma."

"Oh, "She said, "Uh, well, today's my birthday." She smiled, but there was still a slight pain in her eyes.

"And you're spending it with me," he said, surprised, "what about your friends?"

"I'm kind of a loner, "She said, putting her hands between her knees.

"And," he said, "you don't like your family?"

"No family to like, "She said. It still hurt to admit to herself that she didn't belong to a family, let alone admit it to a stranger.

"Oh, everyone has family, "He said.

"Technically, yeah, "She said, "but not everyone knows who they are." She paused, "Ready to run yet?"

"Oh, not a chance, "he said scoffing, "You, Emma, are by far the sexiest friendless orphan I've ever met." Oh, god, can I please smack him?

She faked a laugh as he laughed at his clever line.

"Ok, "she said, "your turn. No wait, lemme guess." She paused and straightened in her seat. Let's get ready to run. "Um… You're handsome, charming…"

"Go on, "he said.

"The kind of guys who, "She continued, "And now stop me if I get this wrong… embezzled from your employer, got arrested, and skipped town before they were able to throw your ass in jail."

He chuckled. 3, 2, 1.

"What?" he asked. That look never gets old.

"And the worst part is your wife, "She said, smiling inside as his smile began to fade. Gotcha. "Your wife loves you so much that she bailed you out and how do you repay that loyalty?" He looked down in shame, "You're on a date."

"Who are you?" He asked, looking at her with disgust, if looks could kill.

"The chick who put up the rest of the money, "She said, smiling.

"You're a bail bondsman, "he said, leaning back, his jaw clenched.

"Bail bondsperson, "She corrected as he tapped his hands on the table and looked around. Before she knew it, the table was being turned over and liquid was spilling on her dress and the perp was running. Emma sighed and looks at her dress, "Seriously?" She saids, annoyed.

Emma didn't rush, she knew something this poor man didn't. A parking boot was nice and snug on the back wheel of his car and the poor bastard was trying so hard to drive away. Emma walked to his car, knowing the cars coming her way wouldn't hit her and reached his car just as he realized there was a boot on it. He looked at the boot and then to her, sighing heavily.

"Look, you don't have to do this, "He said, desperately, "I can pay you, I've got money."

"No you don't," she said, poor guy, "And if you did you should give it to your wife to take care of your family."

He looked at her with such disdain, "What the hell do you know about family, huh?" Wrong answer. Emma couldn't control the anger that surged through her as she grabbed him by the collar and shoved his face into the steering wheel, knocking him out.

Emma braced herself with the hood and door of the car, tears threatening to come to the surface. "Nothing, "She said, sighing.

Emma walked to her bug and got in, sitting just a moment and then wiping the tear from her cheek. Of course, she had a right to be sad, it was her birthday, she was alone, and, as that mean jerk pointed out, she had no clue what it was like to have a family. Even the family she'd had when she was really young threw her away once they had biological children. That was the day she realized that she was disposable and unloveable. That's why her parents had left her on the side of a road, that's why her foster family sent her back, and that's why Neal left her, pregnant and alone.

Starting her car, she headed to the small bakery next to her apartment. As she stood in the bakery she looked at the perfect cupcakes sitting in a row. She picked the one cupcake that wasn't all too perfect, a slight smudge in the frosting and grabbed a pack of star candles. When she got home, she kicked off her impossibly uncomfortable heals, took out her cupcake, and candle, sticking the candle in the top and lighting it with a match. She leaned down and looked at the candle, it left a glow so warm.

"Another banner year, "She said, and closed her eyes. I wish I didn't have to be alone on my birthday, again. She blew the candle out, the smell of burned wax in the air. Just then her doorbell rang causing her eyes to fly open. That has to be a really crazy coincidence. She got up, walked to the door, took a breath, and opened. At first she saw no one, until her gaze rested on a young boy, no older than 10.

"Uh, "She said, confused, "Can I help you?"

"Are you Emma Swan?" the boy asked.

"Yeah, "She said, "Who are you?"

"My name's Henry, "he said, "I'm your son." She couldn't breathe. There's no way… he couldn't be.